There were countless demons under heaven, but Maitreya had never heard of a Wind Oil Essence. He was thoroughly annoyed. What crack in a rock had this bastard crawled out of? And what was his boy Yellowbrow doing? Never mind his status as a Demon King-as a member of the Buddhist School, he should not have stood idly by. This was no longer the era of Journey to the West. He held an official post now, after all.
While Maitreya was pondering this, an earth-shaking roar suddenly erupted from Little Western Heaven nearby. His expression darkened. "Oh no, something's happened!"
With no time to reassure the people, Maitreya vanished from the spot with a grim face.
The sky darkened, and great banks of clouds began to churn. Rank upon rank of figures appeared above Little Thunderclap Temple in Little Western Heaven. In plain terms, it was merely a cave dwelling. Yellowbrow had used it to deceive Tang Sanzang and lure him into a trap years ago, and the name had stuck ever since.
Yellowbrow was rolling around on his bed, drenched in sweat, his face twisted as he cursed every woman in eighteen generations of Kunpeng's family. He had just been about to find some ointment when a thunderous rebuke rang in his ears.
"Impudent Yellowbrow! You sold counterfeit medicine and brought misery upon the people! How could heaven and earth tolerate you?"
What the hell? Someone's looking for trouble! Beset by agony inside and out, Yellowbrow was pissed, plain and simple. He hopped out of his cave. Why hopped? Because walking felt far too "good," so he had to make do.
Outside, he looked up and saw a line of figures standing in the sky. On one side were the Twenty-Eight Lunar Mansions of Northern Heaven, Ziwei's people. On